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Don't Choke On It
It’s one of the great truths of the world that Katsuki is pent-up. He’s always pent-up. Everybody can see it. The media loves making up stories as to why hero Dynamight has been increasingly hostile and stressed. His friends don’t miss a chance to taunt him for it, promising that if he just gets laid, his infrastructure damage insurance premium will go down significantly.
They might be right about that but Katsuki sustains that this is not his fault, he just doesn't have any options.
Just the idea of having a stranger touching him makes his skin crawl, making one-night stands a hard no. He's not romantically or even sexually interested in anyone, so the chances of a future relationship are basically zero in the foreseeable future. And he despises porn. The fakeness of it turns him off as fast as imagining his mom and dad kissing.
He tells the idiots who call themselves his friends (but who are more like tormentors sent by God to make Katsuki repent for his rough early teens) as much and they start throwing ideas around as if Katsuki’s lack of sex life is something easily solvable with a group brainstorming. Most of the suggestions thrown around are absolute garbage.
“Have you thought about a professional?” Dunce Face said just before he got an explosion to the face.
“Maybe a mixer?” Racoon Eyes commented, to which Katsuki responded he was going to mix her brain.
However, it was Sero that sealed his fate.
“I get why you don’t like porn, but have you ever given cams a try? It’s a little less impersonal because the performers talk to the chat. And it’s usually just one person with toys, which might be more of your thing.”
Katsuki quickly shut off that idea. Cam people cater to the most desperate of losers—shitty extras who spend their life savings to fake a connection with actors and actresses who are quite literally disgusted by them. The cam community, with its fake performers and obsessed perverts who trudge the path of stalking way too often, is something Katsuki would rather burn his retinas off before taking a look.
Yes, Katsuki is a judgmental bastard. He knows it and owns it. However, he's still a healthy 25-year-old man and, at some point, he needs to jerk off. And after so long on his own, his right hand and imagination aren't cutting anymore.
It's fair to say it's desperation that gets him to the website Sero recommended. He's not proud of it. On the contrary, he's downright pissed with the world and himself for putting him in such a situation. It's a low he never thought he'd reach but he’s there nonetheless (the fact his insurance premiums increased once again after he blew up a bridge might have some influence on that).
Begrudgingly, his eyes scan the top streamers. All girls in sexy attires and too much makeup. Being a gay man, it does nothing for him. Thankfully, there's this little button on the top of the page to filter content. Katsuki quickly ticks the box for male performers and unticks the female ones. Then, out of curiosity or just a kick for being a dickhead, Katsuki sorts the streamers by views from low to high. He figures that if he's a desperate loser for watching the streams, nothing more fitting than to watch another desperate loser who can't get views.
The page doesn't even load fully before he clicks on the first video of the search—and that's how Katsuki finds his old childhood friend Deku, choking on a dildo.
Quite literally choking. For a second, Katsuki's hero training kicks in and he wonders if he should fly somewhere to Heimlich the dick out of Deku's mouth. The idiot is going purple as his throat spams around the huge silicone dick. But now, Deku eventually pulls the thing out and takes big gulfs of air. It’s not this time Katsuki’s jerk-off session became a crime scene.
Again, Katsuki would like to blame curiosity or whatever personality disorder he has that got his mom to put the whole family in therapy during his teen years. Whatever the reason, Katsuki stays on the page. And that's how he finds out Deku is the worst camboy in the whole fucking world.
The chat is his first clue. They're clearly having more fun typing out bullying messages than jerking their own dicks.
>>Not again...
>>FCK, he actually CHOKEDDD
>>LMAOOOO THIS KID
>>Next time, slick it with lube. It'll help, trust me!
Deku, who still is panting from lack of air, looks at the chat and mumbles his answers awkwardly. It's hard to even hear because Deku clearly doesn't know how to speak up and his microphone setup sucks ass.
“Ah, sorry... I guess I still can’t deep-throat…” he says hoarsely, having probably hurt himself in the stunt. “Are you sure it'll be easier with lube?”
Katsuki is typing before he can stop himself.
LEM420 >> DONT USE LUBE, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. YOU'LL GET YOURSELF KILLED WITH A PLASTIC DICK STUCK IN YOUR ESOPHAGUS
Thankfully, the stream has barely a handful of people chatting and Deku sees his message quickly.
"Oh, right… I guess it might be harder to pull out if my hand is lubed too" Deku ponders. "Thank you, lem… Lem? L-E-M420,” he struggles with Katsuki’s alias.
Once the fear that Deku will kill himself on stream decreases a little, Katsuki starts looking around the page, trying to learn what he can.
The first thing he can see is that Deku is as much of a loser here as he was in middle school. There are less than 15 viewers and no tips yet for this session. Katsuki knows some streamers can earn thousands on each session, but Deku doesn’t seem to be one of them.
Not that Deku is doing anything to help with the tips. The idiot is wearing a shitty old All Might t-shirt and gym shorts, nothing sexy at all. He outgrew his bony physique from early teens but he's still slender and doesn't have a lot of muscles. One thing that hasn't changed is his face, though. He still has big, bambi eyes, freckles everywhere, and messy curls. He looks younger than his 25 years, which is probably why his stream is tagged Twink and the chat calls him kid.
Deku also didn't outgrow his stutter. When the chat starts spewing filth to him, he instantly gets flustered.
>>show us your hole
>>Yeah, sit on it!
>>Stop wasting our time and get shove that dick in your ass, slut
“Oh—I-I guess th-thats why you're here,” he stutters, blushing bright as if he isn't a fucking camboy in a porn website. “Al-alright. Can I get some—some tips?”
>>You'll get the tip of my cock to gag on
>>Show us your hole!!!!!!!!!!
"Fi-fine, then..." Deku whines, sitting back on the chair to pull down his shorts.
He’s awkward about it too. His headset isn’t wireless so he can’t really roll the chair back enough to get room to take his clothes off. Deku ends up keeping the t-shirt in place and shimmies out of his shorts and underwear in the least sexy way possible. It looks more like a kid at a doctor's visit than a sex worker stripping.
“What is this dumbass doing?”, Katsuki mutters to himself.
This stream is exactly what Katsuki would have expected if someone told him old Deku was camming. He's too shy and awkward to be sexy. A complete nerd. And that's why Katsuki never expected Deku to do such a thing. Something must have pushed Deku to this position of awkwardly shoving a dildo into his ass while looking at the monitor and wondering, “Is—is this good? Can you all see it?” in the most pathetic voice possible and Katsuki will get to the bottom of this.
He needs to know.
A quick run through Deku's page offers some insight.
First, he calls himself Izzy. Shitty nickname; Deku suits him much better.
Second, he's been doing this for about a month and none of his stream has gathered more than 20 simultaneous viewers. Sure he's a newcomer, but those numbers are just sad. Some bitches on this platform are getting a hundred times as much just to sit around and eat french fries.
Third, he has no idea how to dress. Most of the streams have Deku wearing old All Might T-shirts and shitty shorts, which Katsuki imagines is his day-to-day attire. Katsuki’s not sure if that makes it more or less pathetic. Probably more.
And fourth, and most importantly, he got into this line of work because he was broke. This shouldn't have come as a surprise. Katsuki would wager that most people start taking their clothes off for perverts on the internet because they need the money. And yet, it tugs on Katsuki’s frozen heart to hear Deku talk in his first stream,
“Hi everyone! I'm Izu—Ahn—Izzy. Yeah, Izzy. This is my first time on this site and ahn—I don't know much about it? Sorry if I'm not very experienced, but I—Im a fast learner! I'm in the University of—Ahh, I probably shouldn't say which, right? But yeah, I'm a college student and I need money to pay for boarding, books, and... Ahn… food... My mother—I mean, my family can't really help me out but I'm very driven and I want to graduate, so I'm here! Thank you for your comprehension and I hope we can get along!”
Such a fucking nerd. Katsuki wants to strangle him through the screen and make him realize he should be flipping burgers or something shit like that. He shouldn’t be riding silicone dicks for money.
After Katsuki's little incursion to Deku’s page, he comes back to the livestream just in time to see it end.
Deku is haphazardly thrown back in the chair, his sock-clad feet propped up the desk so the camera can see every inch of the dildo coming in and out of his hole. He’s whimpering and crying with every deep push that must be going straight into his prostate. Big fat tears run down on his face. His whole body is red, tight as violin strings. He must have been edging himself for some time now (how long was Katsuki checking out his old videos?) and the chat doesn't leave him in peace.
>>More! More! Shove it in!!!
>>You can't cum. I'm not going to tip if you cum.
>>A perfect whore, Izzy can take dick for hours
Deku cries loudly, completely ignoring the chat. He’s too caught up in his pleasure to pay attention to what the losers are saying. Against all odds and reasoning, Katsuki’s dick got hard while he was checking Deku’s old videos, and now, knowing the nerd is debauching himself at that precise second, he can’t help grabbing his angry erection and jerking it in the same rhythm Deku is fucking himself.
His rough hand that should be a familiar feeling is somehow foreign. He’s looking at Deku and feeling Deku. He feels the slippery warmth welcoming him, smells the salt of Deku’s skin, feels the ramble of his crying on his chest. For a moment, Katsuki feels like he’s not looking at a screen, he’s fucking Deku hard against the bed.
It doesn’t take long for Deku to go against the chat’s wishes and push himself over the edge. It’s quite a sight to behold. Deku wails and cums, completely untouched. Katsuki is mesmerized by the filthy picture on his screen—puffy, abused hole spasming around the silicone as every one of Deku's muscles is pulled tight enough to split.
Katsuki enjoys seeing Deku’s legs spread wide. His thighs are thicker than he expected and his ass looks perfectly round even squished against the chair's seat. But what truly catches Katsuki's attention is the expression in Deku's face: blissed, fucked out, dumber than usual. He can almost pretend that the snot and tears are his cum. Katsuki jerks his dick quickly and efficiently, and by the time Deku has recovered his sitting position, he's cumming hard on his own hand.
Still breathless and a little hoarse, Deku offers a simple goodbye, promising to come back the next day with another stream. Just before he logs out, Katsuki's post-nut bliss makes him tip 30,000 yen—the only tip Deku gets that night. Then Katsuki turns off his computer and promises himself he'll never enter that website again in his life.
***
Unfortunately for Katsuki, after the post-nut bliss comes the post-nut clarity. This one hits him when he’s already in bed, clean and comfortable—the perfect place for his inner demons to attack. There, in the dark room, Katsuki’s mind fills with images of a crying Deku.
The issue is, it’s not the first time Katsuki has spent a night awake thinking of a crying Deku. However, the one who plagued his conscience was the small, middle school Deku, in his black gakuran, looking up at Katsuki terrified.
Katsuki carries a lot of guilt with Deku’s crying face stamped on it.
Now, conflicting images swirl inside his head. Small kid Deku running after him with a butterfly net. Middle school Deku cowering in the corner. Adult Deku choking on a dildo. The mean sneers of their classmates. The taunts of the stream chat. His mother’s and Aunty Inko’s smiling faces when they called for them in the park. Katsuki telling Deku to kill himself if he wanted a quirk so much. Deku becoming mute for the rest of the school year after the UA entrance exams.
Throughout the whole night, Katsuki works hard to detangle all the images and tries to own his share of the guilt. He knows he’s not to blame for Deku being the shittiest camboy alive, but he has enough to atone for without even getting to that. He was a shitty kid and an even shittier teenager (his mother paid for a lot of therapy to make him understand that), and poor quirkless crybaby Deku kind of took the brunt of it all. Which was, objectively, pretty fucked up.
Now, older and wiser, Katsuki can see how dumb and toxic it was to vent his own insecurities on a boy who seemed to come out of those stupid children’s carols—sugar and spice and everything nice. Deku was always quick to smile, inherently heroic, and bright in every sense of the word. Katsuki knows now he bullied him out of petty jealousy. He also knows he’s way past the time to apologize.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he wants to, Katsuki knows popping into Deku’s life to apologize for being shitty in middle school is kind of useless. Apologies are worthless without atonement and Deku doesn’t need Katsuki to stand up against middle school bullies anymore.
And about the cam work… Katsuki isn’t self-important enough to believe he can show up in Deku’s life out of nowhere and pull him out of this bizarre path he got himself in. He knows he’s no one to Deku anymore and has no right to bark orders into his life.
That’s not to say Deku couldn’t get some help against some other bullies.
Just before the day breaks, Katsuki has an epiphany. He can atone for his sins with Deku—he can help Deku to handle the trolls in his chatroom.
It’s the perfect solution. Katsuki is a hero, so watching over pitiful losers is literally his job. This way, he can prevent Deku from getting himself killed over some unsavory chat suggestions and atone for his past mistakes.
That’s why the very next day, freshly clean from work, Katsuki finds himself on the dirty website yet again.
Deku’s profile says he streams every day at 10 pm. A bit later than Katsuki would like but he supposes atonement isn’t something easy and his sleep schedule will have to suffer for it. Katsuki grabs a bottle of water and sits down in his computer a few minutes before the stream starts, ready to prevent Deku from killing himself.
His providence is soon needed. Not five minutes into the stream, the chat starts bullying Deku.
>> TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF
>> Show us hole
>> y r u dressed
Deku tugs on his t-shirt (again, an All Might one. Doesn’t he have anything else to wear?) a bit unsure, “Oh, I mean… I just started the started the stream but if you all want it…”
Just as Deku starts pulling his shirt off, without any preamble or build-up, Katsuki intervenes. He tips 500 yen just to prompt the ping sound for Deku to look at the stream.
LEM420 tip 500 yen
LEM420>> Don’t get your clothes off now, idiot! Make these losers pay for it!
Instantly, Deku’s face lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree.
“LEM! You’re back!” he says as if that’s the best news he got the whole year. “Thank you so much for your tip last night! I totally didn’t expect it! I just realized you sent it this morning, when I checked my phone! And you just tipped again! Thank you! You’re so kind!”
Kind isn’t a word usually thrown around to describe Katsuki very often. Kickass, strong, bullheaded, and frightening are the ones he’s used to. He’s so surprised by Deku calling him, him , kind that he almosts misses the chat roasting him.
>> fck we have a simp now
>> give up, stoner. Izzy ain’t gonna put out to you
>> SHOW HOLE
“Stoner?” Katsuki huffs to himself. “As if… Fucking losers… And I ain’t no simp! For fuck’s sake…”
This site will give him an aneurysm. Thankfully, all his hard work is paid off when Deku shows a sliver of intelligence.
“If you all are going to be mean to LEM, I’m turning the stream off,” he says with a pout. “At least he’s tipping. I should be giving him a private show.”
His bait and pout works. Soon, a few tips roll in. Nothing grand but enough to make Deku pulling out his shirt a bit less pathetic.
Again, Deku doesn’t land himself to fanfare. He takes his shirt off as if he’s getting comfortable at home, after a long day at work. But Katsuki can see some charm in it. There’s something refreshing about how unapologetic and awkwardly himself Deku is. A far cry from the overproduced and over-rehearsed streams one will find on the main page. It might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but Katsuki’s dick starts to stir in his pants nonetheless.
And he’s not the only one because, despite the taunts, the chat is quick to shower him with praise when he starts showing more skin.
>> fuck. the freckles always get me
>> u’d look so good with cum on your belly button
Deku splays his hand on his own chest in a weird action that’s half trying to be sexy and half actually trying to cover up. But as the chat keeps goading him, he tries touching himself a little, showing he has some clue of what a camboy is supposed to do.
>> that’s it, doll
>> play with your nipples
Following the chat’s suggestions, Deku pinches and flicks his nipples, moaning softly under his breath. Katsuki palms his growing erection, for a moment enjoying the show.
“How should I play with myself today?” he asks. “I wasn’t planning on using a dildo because you all wrecked me yesterday… I still can’t sit right.”
That pulls Katsuki right out of the moment. He takes his hands out of his own cock, angry with himself. Fuck. He’s supposed to be a hero here, watch over the quirkless loser. But at the first sight of perky nipples, he’s jerking his dick like any goddamn pervert.
>> came here to see you ride
>> I know your hole is begging for it, whore
>> dont pretend you aint a cockslut
With the shifting mood of the chat, Deku falters. He stops touching himself and looks around, anxiously.
“We-well, if that’s what you all want and—and if I can get some tips… I might be able to get one of my smaller ones…”
>> knew he’s a slut
>> pretty faced gagging for dick
>>BIGHARD49 just tipped 500 yen
BIGHARD49 >> ride the dick, slut
Deku bites his lips and shifts in the chair uncomfortably. He clearly doesn’t want to masturbate with a dildo today and Katsuki can’t blame him. Yesterday was a fucking rough session.
Angrily, Katsuki punches in a tip.
>> LEM420 just tipped 20,000 yen
LEM420>> Don’t listen to this shitty loser
Deku’s eyes grow impossibly large at the donation.
“Wow! Another big one!” he whispers in awe. “Thank you so much, LEM! I—I… I’m not going to use a dildo today then, if that’s alright… I’m going to take one day to rest and I’ll be back tomorrow in full force.
The chat doesn’t approve.
>> what a waste of time
>> i’m out
But Deku keeps going, pretending he’s not seeing. Giving all his attention to Katsuki.
“What would you like me to do then, LEM? I can jerk off, or just play with my nipples… Or maybe fingering myself won’t be so painful?” Deku asks, thoughtfully.
Just the idea of the nerd hurting himself makes Katsuki coil. So he takes the chat to spew out the first thing that comes to his mind.
LEM420>> Dance
“Dance?” Deku tilts his head confused. “Alright… I can try…”
Katsuki breathes in relief. Dancing is innocent enough. Maybe this way he can keep his dick in check.
But of course the chat never lets anything go that easily.
>> DANCE NAKED
Deku blushes a bright red. “Na-naked? That—That doesn’t… Ahh… Let me see…”
He fumbles around a bit, pushing the chair away and then trying to find a song. He takes his headset off and puts annoying pop music on a busted little speaker. Then he fixes the camera, to have some focus on the middle of the room.
In the new angle, Katsuki can see that Deku’s room is as rundown and nerdy as his wardrobe. A bunch of old All Might posters adorn the walls and the cover of his bed looks like it has been there since the Showa era.
When the space is set, Deku takes off his shorts, keeping only his tight whities. He approaches the microphone on his discarded headset and says, “I’m not going to do this completely naked because… Ahn… My junk will flip around and that sounds weird… So, yeah... That’s it.”
Another wave of complaints fills the chat as the viewers leave. In the end, it’s just Katsuki and a handful of other losers watching as Deku dances in the most unsexy way possible.
The idiot has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. It’s laughable. He’s stiff and copies some moves that haven’t been seen since the 80’s in a way that doesn’t even fit in the song’s rhythm. Katsuki snorts and cackles the whole time. What a fucking dork.
The chat tries giving him some pointers, like
>> Twerk!
>> show us ass
But Deku doesn’t see a thing as he’s far away from the computer and doesn’t have his headset on. He’s blissfully unaware of how incredibly stupid he looks and that all his last viewers as leaving.
All but Katsuki who stays until the last second of the stream, laughing to himself and enjoying Deku’s brand of dorkiness.
When the stream ends, Katsuki tips 20,000 yen more because Deku fucking earned it. He hasn’t been as entertained in ages. Deku thanks him profusely and says he hopes to see LEM again soon. Lucky for him, Katsuki doesn’t plan on missing any more of his streams.